And So He Went...
Monday, June 10, 2013 at 8:17PM
Early on a Shabbat (Saturday) morning the kids and I took Daddy to work. Dressed in his desert combat uniform, hauling his packed up A-Bag, this was the final goodbye. Our children- Amariah 6 months, Anthony Jr 3 years, and Alexandria 5 years old, all thought it was another regular day. I am pretty sure I was just in complete shock. We did not spend much time at the unit where all the soldiers were saying their goodbyes, but I admit I drove around aimlessly for another few hours after I kissed him farewell. I kept watching where his airplane was, waiting for it to takeoff. I had to know when his actual presence was no longer on the military base. My heart sank when it lifted into the air, I was completely mortified. I took on this motherly type of despair over him having to leave to Iraq. I knew, even in all of my ignorance, that the ways we felt together, the type of father he was, and his bubbly personality and outlook on life would all change. I was not sure how it would necessarily manifest, or even that there was a guarantee of his return. But the fear of death was not even comparably as strong as the grief I felt over his impending loss of innocence. The anxiety and terror of an unknown change about to commence was deep, heavy, and still with me today because the lingering effects are still sorting themselves out. I was at that moment, and still feel to some degree now, on my own.
During the months of February through June of 2003, we carried on with Amariah as normal. I made fusses over wonderful activities we could all do together, Alexandria started officially home schooling with a structured curriculum as a Kindergartner, and we got our first family computer *gasp.* We had a great friends we did things with often whom to this day we all talk about fondly. When serious tornados came through Ft. Campbell, we slept over in their basement, we attended a NASCAR race, saw Opryland a couple of times, and journeyed to a baseball game in Nashville. Her kids treated mine like family, they taught them things like they were their older brothers and sisters.
We all love them dearly. Bonding over a serious deployment is a powerful thing. In between those moments I was glued to the media about the war. Every network had a reporter on site somewhere, and I thought somehow someone must be attached to my husband's truck. I never found one, and hearing all of the stories broadcasted was not proving to be a very good thing. Today, a lot of veterans speak of email communication and phone calls between spouses, neither of which we had. It was the good ole send a letter in the mail deal for my husband and I. Personally, I think this is healthy, and I also think less media coverage is healthy.
I continued caring for Amariah as I did my other two children during this time... but come April and May I was beginning to ask questions. Why isn't she as mobile as my other two children were? Why hasn't she learned to roll over yet? She sleeps a lot,... is everything ok? And the doctors began looking harder and started ordering developmental assesments.
My husband was fighting a war, pushing through Baghdad and Mosul, and I was about to be given news I never, ever, wanted to hear in my lifetime,...
*"And So He Went" is a continuation of Her Story, which can be read in it's entirety here.
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